Me: “Hi Honey, it’s me.”
Hubby: “Hey Tray, what’s up?”
Me: “I just got back from the orthopedist about my knee and I wanted to let you know what he said.”
Hubby: “OK. What’s the verdict.”
Me: “He thinks I have a torn, um… a torn, um… shoot! I can’t remember what it’s called.”
Hubby: “What does it sound like?”
Me: “Umm. Oh, I know. It’s a torn Nabisco.”
Hubby: “You have a torn cookie company?”
Me: “No. That’s not right. Let me think. I have a torn… Spartacus?”
Hubby: “That would be an ancient Greek hero.”
Me: “OK. Hang on a second. It is a torn Hibiscus.”
Hubby: “I don’t think that’s it.”
Me: “No?”
Hubby: “A hibiscus is a flower.”
Me: “Well I know it sounds like hibiscus.”
Hubby: “How about Meniscus.”
Me: “Yes!!! It is a Meniscus! That’s it!!”
Hubby: “OK. you have a torn Meniscus. That’s not good.”
Me: “Well the doctor said it could be worse.”
Hubby: “How’s that?”
Me: “At least it’s not my Godzilla.”
Hubby: “Patella.”
Me: “Right.”
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